wonderment cannot explain these unending thoughts confused traces of items said one by one upon the mountain of facts words spoken without microscopes and lights, spotted, and focused edges of reality edges of doubt a mind betrayed by wisdoms perceptions Oh, to these words! seeping within my blackened, bruised soul eating the dust, the good, all can you not See! my bloodied head rests upon the tree where you left the throws of passion for something less in the words perpetuated on thin linen ...

i'm a wanderer in dreams singing melodies too complex for others too real for the shallow to understand too painful for the weak to handle but all too real for me all that i am in here this life, this dream alone, in my own reality sometimes bad, sometimes good sometimes all in my head it seems and i'm a wanderer stuck in this icicle clawing at glass never hearing your saving grace all i ever wanted lost in you or maybe alive weaving my way through avoiding the claws that tear i think of you...

  the wind begins brushing my fingers holding my hands out feeling the prickles waiting here for you I feel the wind through these hands I can hear the breeze pass me by but really what does it bring I can't see through my eyes struggle as I look deep but where have you gone illusive hands holding things far away things that I can't reach from here and these hands can only feel the wind brushing these fingers and the rain washing this away till I'm standing here wondering where you've g...

I sometimes think that things can bend that life will be as it aught but sometimes things can never be can never quite hold those things in longing quite contain those dreams we so wished but hold something… As I dream the soft voice of gentle wings all faded and past away brings the landing, lifted for a moment more and then the gentle caress of ground again as this soul, tired, feathered, cold calmly walks away all the while, running shadows of ancient memories lift and swallow all ...

Standing in the street alone, she searches for a direction Will she choose, left or right? Forward or backward? Will she just stand in the center and let the cars pass? She wonders, she waits, and she has no clue which way to turn. She screams in agony at her confused state and yet, there she stays. In the middle of the road. In the middle of the street. With passersby staring, with cars beeping, men and women yelling, "get out of the road!" "Move!" And yet, there she stay...

At dinner theatre someone came and gave me a dinner that was cordon blue cold and good but I was so hungry that I ate it too fast and when I found that it was gone I caught my belly and yelled for more of this fine mixture of ham and cheese with a little chicken added covered in mashed potatoes, gravy and green beans all the things that someone would want to eat in a way that made it go so fast and I sat in dinner theater and ate at last  

Will you allow me to interject my foot into this mouth of mine a little further my friend? Shove it way back until I just about choke? I am sure that if you do not find my words to your taste, my foot can easily be shoved past that point, whereas I will actually choke and bother you no longer Now I must say that I hope that you will find this foot lodged in my mouth not as unpleasant as it looks and try to help me dig it out again so as I might be able to stand on two feet instead of...

  I am in a warehouse I am on the floor in the back and I am here to stay a while Dripping wet pieces of ice blue glass fill this floor in the back of this warehouse In the back of my heart And all is quiet as the rats that infest these walls come to feed on the cold veins of me And I sit here and let them with no remorse In the back of this warehouse In the back of my heart With pieces of ice blue glass under me and in me Dripping wet with my blood nothing is left In this glass w...